Wacky-world Wednesday.

   
Sometimes I worry a little about where our country is headed.   I find the political divisiveness to be disconcerting, the pop culture to be bewildering, and my own black-and white-certainties to be increasing in grayness at roughly the same rate as my hair.

I'm not young enough to know everything.

 Oscar Wilde

That's when I like to get out some old magazines and reassure myself 
that people were a bit unbalanced back in the good ol' days, as well.

I have concerns about this baby, for instance.

Not to mention this mother.

And if Russ or I looked like this getting dressed in the morning, I'd be a little suspicious.  

If this was before they invented anti-depressants, 

then what were they doing with their laundry products?  

Because it was obviously working.

 

I'd certainly need to take SOMETHING if I had to wear the kind of contraption 

it would require for me to look like this Barbie doll . . . er . . . housewife.

And what's in this zombie jello? 

(What isn't in it might be a better question. It looks loaded and dangerous.)

I saw a kid at the convenience store 
chug two 5 hour energy shots this morning, 
and it worried me. 

But after this 1953 housewife opened her bottle of "Joy" 

("Joy in a Bottle" -- that was the questionable caption)

She looked like she'd perhaps found something stronger than dish soap.

Just sayin'.  

I feel much better now.

I'm not going to worry so much about us . . .  for a few days.